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“Who knows?” he said, smirking. “If you’re lucky, you might even get the job.”

“Wait. What?”

My eyes widened, and he chuckled.

“I’m just saying, if you really are as good a cook as you say you are and, well, everything else goes well, maybe, just maybe, this could go even further than we dreamed.”

“Huh?”

I stared at him. Now, don’t get me wrong. I was a true romantic, and I believed in love at first sight and in romance, but even I was flabbergasted. We’d had a couple of kisses, a finger-bang session, two oral sex sessions, and now he wanted to marry me? I knew I was a catch, but my oral sex skills weren’t that good, were they?

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“I thought I told you don’t come into the kitchen, Finn,” I chastised him as he stepped toward me.

“I just wanted to make sure that everything was going okay and to let you know I was very impressed by the biscuits. You definitely stepped up to the plate.”

“Well, thank you,” I said, feeling busted as I felt him coming around toward me. He slipped his arms around my waist and pressed himself against me.

“I love that you are.”

“See, I think that maybe I should just continue cooking and you should go back to your guests,” I said quickly, my heart beating rapidly. I was starting to wonder if Finn wasn’t a psychopath or a sociopath or whichever one meant that he was hot and cold and slightly over the top without reason. I hoped he wasn’t a serial killer or something. I didn’t want him to hack me up in my bed, all because I wanted to make a little extra money and have a fling with a hot guy.

“What?” he said. “Am I coming on too strong for you?” He ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes were sparkling as he gazed down at me. “It’s just I think that perhaps we’re soulmates.”

“Say what?” I said, my eyelashes blinking so rapidly I thought I had a twitch or something.

“What? You don’t think so?” he said. “Perhaps we can even get married under the full moon tomorrow.”

My mouth didn’t know what to do with itself. I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing. I had to be living a dream or a nightmare or something. This could not possibly be real.

“Hey, everyone loved the cheddar biscuits,” Chelsea said in a singsong voice as she entered the kitchen. “Oh, hey, Finn.”

“Hi, Chelsea,” he said, taking a step back. “I was just talking to your sister. The cheddar bacon biscuits were indeed amazing. Absolutely amazing,” he said. “I’ll head back out to the guests and await the next course.” He looked at the frying pan. “That fish looks absolutely delicious. You really are one of the best chefs I’ve ever met in my life.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. “Thanks,” I squeaked out. I waited for him to leave the kitchen before I ran and grabbed Chelsea’s hands. “Oh, shit,” I said, my face going pale white.

“What?” She blinked at me in confusion. “They loved the biscuits. It’s going okay now.”

“It’s not that,” I said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Oh my God, Chelsea, we’re in trouble.”

“Um, what’s going on, Harriet?”

“I’ll wait till Polly gets here.”

“Did I just hear my name?” Polly said as she walked into the kitchen with an empty plate. “Everyone loved the biscuits. No one brought up Red Lobster once. I think this is going amazingly.”

“It’s not,” I said. “We’re in big trouble.”

“What’s going on?” Polly said and looked over at Chelsea.

“I have no idea.” She shook her head. “What is it, Harriet?”

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